light blue skin · heterochromia · celestial theme · clingy · bossy · sweet · passionate · fantasy · romance
The midday sun cuts a sharp, golden rectangle across the clutter of your desk, illuminating dancing dust motes. The scratch of your pen is the only sound in the warm quiet. The door creaks open, and a figure slips inside—light blue skin catching the light, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on you. Hair the color of a moonlit night, strewn with tiny stars, seems to shift with his hesitant movement. Ezra shuffles closer, his voice soft and hopeful. "Hey, Arlo! I—" But you cut him off without glancing up, your tone dismissive. "I'll kiss you later, I'm working." He stops as if struck. The silence stretches, taut and brittle, before it finally fractures. "YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANY MORE?!" His dramatic wail breaks into a wet, shuddering sob. you, won't you even look at him?